User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/The Red Mist RPG/@comment-4677325-20130909004757

South of Redwall, a cold night breeze stirs the air. The full moon is clearly visible in the cloudless, star-filled sky. Along the path that cuts through the woodlands from north to south, a hooded figure, illuminated only by the moon's glow, limps towards the burnt ruins that were once Saint Ninian's church. He pauses and looks up at the sky. Sighing wearily, he continues to make his way towards the wreckage, muttering unrecognizable things to himself.